by Lexi Hots
She breathed in deeply, desperately wanting others to jump in and come to her aid. To hear her fellow mothers all chime in that she should be the one to go first!
“It would only be fair,” her neighbor said at last.
And then a few more MILFs began to echo the sentiment. The crowd's consent started to ripple out across the room. It was alive with chatter and excitement!
“Really, me?” Margo blushed.
“Sure!” One mother said, slapping her on the back. “You came up with the idea, you deserve to go first.”
The bosomy women were grinning brightly from ear to ear. Such happiness and cheer spread over the room at having selected a guinea pig for this experiment. Although, a great deal many of them were jealous and envious of the suggestion, they went along with it anyway to speed up the selection process. It would be their turn soon enough, why prolong it with some nitpicking?
They all gathered around the ostensibly unsure Margo – giving her encouraging words, and a few filthy ones in between. The horny mothers were truly insatiable now! Sex was on the brain... nothing could turn them away! Nubile blood was on the menu!
“Think of all that hot, young cock Margo...” Came a sly comment from her left.
This caused a rush of laughter to flow out from the mothers. It was such vile talk to be using, especially when referring to their own children!
“Yeah, Margo – we know you love them young. We saw you staring at those college boys all the time... 18 and ripe for the taking!”
“Alright! Alright!” She said at last, leaning forward with a smile at having gotten her way. “I'll do it!” Margo stated with a slap of her hand on the table.
And that was that. The time had come!
“Slide the bowl over to her!”
“No looking!”
“Yeah, make sure there's no looking! Let's be fair, I want some young dick too!” The mothers of Maple Street shouted.
With the fruit bowl now sitting in front of Margo, the other mothers quickly surrounded the table, eagerly looking on. It was an impressive sight in itself. So many gorgeous women, all with their cleavage hanging out the front and exposed for the world to see. A room full of delectable, sex-hungry MILFs. And, as anyone will tell you, there's nothing more dangerous than a mature woman with dirty thoughts on the mind. They will stop at nothing to satisfy those urges.
“Let's get a blindfold!” Someone suggested. And this comment was met with universal agreement, in the name of fairness.
So there Margo found herself... the cool cloth being wrapped around her head, sliding down over her eyes, blocking out all light. It only seemed to add to the thrill of it all. A real taboo game of sex!
“Any favorites you're hoping for?” Some snickers could be heard in the room.
“I know who she wants...” Another said, giving her friend a nudge in the ribs.
“Oh, I do too...” A busty mother nodded. “That young buck who's always coming around her house and wanting to hang out with her daughter. Isn't that right, Margo?”
The blinded girl didn't bother answering. She merely laughed, reaching out for the bowl.
“Where is it!” Margo giggled.
“I knew it! You totally do want his manhood filling you up!”
“Hurry up!” Margo laughed again. “Slide it over so I can reach, I'm hungry for that young cock!”
“You filthy girl!”
“Can you blame her? We've all been holding out for so long... I know she's excited, just like us all!”
“Ain't it the truth,” the other women sighed... once more feeling the envious notions creep into their hearts as they saw Margo's hand dipping down into the bowl.
The time had arrived. There she was, moments away from making the first and bold selection.
Ellen stuck her hand into the fruit bowl and gave it a final stir, just to make sure it had been mixed properly. This was met by a chorus of mmhmm's from the fellow mothers, indicating their show of approval.
“Go on, Margo! Pick one up...”
“Oh, I plan to...” She smiled that sinister smile. Her black hair flowing to one side of her body.
And at last, with all eyes glued to her slow moving arm, Margo began the torturous descent down into the bowl. She made contact with the first slip of paper – as all women in the room let out a gasp.
But here Margo flicked it aside, opting to dig deeper down, scooting a few sheets to the side in her quest for gold. Several of the mothers covered their mouths with shock and nerves. They could scarcely take the tension. Who's child would be chosen to lose their virginity first! Nobody doubted that the gorgeous Margo would succeed. Her feminine appeal was undeniable! It was only a matter of who...
The seconds ticked by, all without word or movement. Until finally, in a blur of motion...
“This one!” Margo cried out, quickly snatching the paper from the bowl and thrusting it high into the air.
“Who is it!” The mothers gasped, still unable to see the name scribbled across the page.
Margo reached up slowly with her other hand, taking a good amount of time to unfold the paper – a rather dramatic move. But at last, it had been done.
A grin, the same sinister kind that had not been seen in years, instantly crept across her face. A look of sheer and utter delight.
“Does that mean you got...”
“She's happy with her choice, look at that face!”
“Who is it! Who did you get!”
Margo remained silent. She placed the paper back down on the table and slid it forward, saying the lone word aloud, “Lance.”
“I knew it!” Mrs. Hex shouted. “That boy is always running around your house! I knew you wanted him! How lucky you are!”
“Lucky indeed,” Margo winked at her friends.
“Well there it is!” They commented. “Let's start the clock. One week, Margo, one week!”
“I doubt she'll need more than one minute... have you seen her body?! Look at those tits!”
But there was one woman who rose from her chair in a rather somber fashion... as she began the slow walk toward Margo. It was none other than Sarah – Lance's own mother!
All the moms in attendance froze. There seemed to be a lingering, unknown tension in the room. A danger in the air. No one was quite sure how the mother of the chosen would react. It is an awkward situation, after all... And so they watched with rapt attention as Sarah strode forward, pausing right beside Margo.
She put a hand on Margo's shoulder, staring daggers down at her neighbor. After a fitful pause...
“Show him a good time, baby!”
“I'm sure she will! Wooo!” The mothers cheered (sighing with relief and setting the tone for future selections), nodding and smiling with mirthful faces.
The game had begun...
***
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It was a weekend. An ordinary weekend. And, like on most weekends, Margo knew the hunky neighbor lad named Lance, would be venturing over to her front door and asking if Ashley (Margo's daughter) was free to hang out. The usual routine. Why he never used a phone or texted before, nobody knew. He seemed to enjoy the surprise face to face encounters with Ashley, and perhaps... the mature Margo as well.
But at any rate, the gussied up Margo had a different plan for today. An entirely different one, indeed.
She watched as the athletic young man came bounding up the front steps of her porch, making his way to the door. A moment later she heard the three distinct knocks.
Knock, knock, knock.
And after taking one last look at herself in the mirror, pushing her boobs up slightly in that low-cut shirt, Margo slapped that sinister smile on her face and turned to address her visitor.
It swung open without so much as a sound. Lance was facing the opposite direction, staring out into the street.
“Hello there,” Margo whispered, drawing his attention.
The young man whirled around, grinning widely. His mouth had been left open in preparat
ion to speak, but upon seeing the beautiful mother standing in the doorway... all words left him – yet his mouth remained open.
“Ummm,” he stuttered, his eyes running up and down the grown woman's body in a shameless display of gawking. Poor Lance wasn't even aware of his behavior in this moment. Who could blame him... As Margo stood there in a pair of tiny pink shorts and a very revealing top, with those impressive boobs inviting in the young man's eyes. Her toned, firm legs barely covered at all. He could only imagine how good she looked from the rear – what an ass Margo had! Not to mention the way her pale, milky white skin contrasted seductively with her flowing, jet black hair.
“What brings you by, Lance?” Margo said at last, deciding to end the poor boy's torment.
“Oh, uh hi there Mrs. Vanders... I, I, was just uh stopping by to see if uh... could...”
He rubbed the back of his neck, pretending to stretch but in reality sneaking a peek at her heavenly breasts.
“For Ashley?” Margo smiled politely. The way her lips curled to one side about tipped Lance over, so strong was the sexual arousal. He was no better than a bumbling drunk in his current state. Just the way Margo liked it... completely enraptured by her feminine powers. The experienced woman taking control from the very beginning.
“Uh, who?” Lance muttered. “Oh yeah! Ashley, that's right. Yeah, if she was here to, uh, you know, hang out, uh... with me?”
It was just the question the mature and horny housewife had been waiting to hear. The smile grew wider and wider.
“Oh sorry, Lance...” She said, shaking her head slightly. “She's gone out with Mr. Vanders on a little adventure for the day. They won't be back until much later on.”
“Oh...” He hesitated, thinking of a way that he could sneak another look at Margo's tits. In the end, he just performed a terribly blatant look at them. And here the mature seductress could begin to see a growing bulge in the 18 year old boy's pants. A welcome sight, indeed! Her big treat...
“I guess I'll just... uh... come ba-...” Lance continued.
“Actually, Lancey, if you could do me a favor...” Margo replied, sticking out a hand and placing it on his sturdy shoulder. The young man's eyes immediately stared down at the dainty fingers.
“Yes?!” He shouted in a comically eager fashion. “I mean, uh, what would you like Mrs. Vanders?”
“Well, I was in here trying to put together Ashley's new bed. I just didn't think it would be so hard to move around and assemble. Do you think you could...”
“Help lift that crap? Hell yeah I can, Mrs. Vanders!” He blurted, already stepping forward.
“Terrific, Lance! Come inside me – err, just inside here,” Margo giggled, as if it had been an innocent slip of the tongue. Yet the words had done the trick. As Lance immediately began to imagine himself plowing the older woman, firing his cum deep inside her tempting pussy. Allowing the mature Margo to take his virginity and satisfy his fantasies all in one go!
“Ok!” He shouted, and here the boy stared at that beautiful ass just as Margo turned to walk back into her home. The way those delicious cheeks rose and fell with each step... an incredible display of sexuality!
So much so, in fact, that...
“Are you coming Lance?” Margo called out when she finally realized he had forgotten to move, being too busy wrapped up in the process of perving on her irresistible rump.
“I sure hope so! Err... yes, Mrs. Vanders, coming right in – err, yeah, I'll be walking in!”
The door closed shut behind him as they made their way down the nearby hall. Lance knew right where to go, but with Margo, in her rather sexual attire, leading the way... the young man decided to take his time in maundering behind her. Not that the older girl minded at all. It was all part of her seduction process. Get the lad's naughty bits raring to go! Have him jumping at the chance to see those perky breasts of hers reveal themselves, and to feel those plump pussy lips spreading wide apart to accommodate his entry. These were the thoughts that filled the minds of both old and young as they crossed the threshold of the bedroom.
***
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“You're right, Mrs. Vanders!” Lance stated in his best attempt to sound manly. “It really does look heavy.”
“And pretty big too,” Margo winked, “Or at least I hope so...”
The young stud didn't know how to respond. He was left gulping, taking in a quick breath as his nether region began to grow in size again. He'd have a full on tent scenario happening right at his groin if he wasn't careful. But my god, Margo sure could get a cock hard, and fast! Despite her lack of practice, the mature woman seemed to retain every bit of her seduction and quite a bit more than she had last experienced. It seems age brought a kind of relaxed sexual ease with it. A kind of effortless confidence – coupled with her extreme horniness... it was going to be quite a spectacular day for the young Lance. That much was certain. Margo knew it to be true with every inch of her body. She couldn't help but eye over her daughter's hunky friend. Those large athletic shoulders, his boyish charms, but more importantly... his ever increasing southern bulge!
There was a distinct protrusion in the lad's pants. He would attempt to bend forward at the waist, as if inspecting the bed frame (which had already been assembled, yet nobody seemed to question), and conceal his erection.
“I think it's pretty big...” Lance nodded, quite unsure. “Where were you trying to move it?”
“Well,” Margo sighed, letting her boobs lift up and down with the elongated breaths. The boy's eyes were pinned to them, following every slight change in motion that they went through. Such marvelous boobs they were... fully formed, large, and enticing. That tight, low-cut shirt didn't make matters any better for Lance. With Margo's cleavage staring him in the face and her ass taunting every ounce of his willpower... it was a wonder he didn't stick a hand down his pants and begin jerking off right then and there!
The full-figured mother stuck a hand out, once again placing it on Lance's shoulder as she spoke. “I was thinking we might push it closer to that wall over there. But I'm not sure there will be enough room if we do that, what do you think?”
“Ummm...” Lance muttered, completely oblivious to the question.
“Here, I'll have a look,” Margo said as she ambled over to the corner.
And here, the sly woman, she bent right over the bed and into the angled space of the corner. The sight of her shapely, toned rear-end in those tight pink shorts nearly dropped the young man where he stood! As Margo bent over, those tiny things hugged even tighter to her firm ass. There was barely any room left for them to go. It left very little to the imagination as Lance traced every line of her feminine perfection with his virgin eyes. They were bulging from his head like over-sized baseballs, nearly popping out of the sockets. He hadn't taken a single breath ever since she stooped over, tempting him with that womanly physique.
There was something magical about a mature woman's body. They possessed a certain quality, that thickness that only comes with age. The full-figured, totally developed figure. None of the ungainly, gawky immature bodies of young girls. Mrs. Margo Vanders was equipped with a weapon of mass seduction. The slightest movement in this position might cause Lance to fire off a load of hot, white goo without a moment's notice. She just looked so good... those lickable legs and fuckable ass!
Lance was forced to bite his lip, attempting to stifle a shout of jubilation.
“It looks fuckin' great!” He shouted. “I mean, uh, it looks like it would fit. I hope it will!”
Margo giggled at his vulgar comment, before giving him yet another wink while looking back over her shoulder from the bent position. “Oh, you'd like it to fit in here, Lancey?”
“Yes, Mrs. Vanders. I want it to fit so badly!”
“Me too, studmuffin,” Margo smiled that sinister smile only she could perform. It buckled the young man at his knees. “I never knew you cared so much about furniture arrangement, Lance,” the mother chided her eager cub.
“That's very true, Lance. And it would be rude of me as your host if you weren't comfortable, wouldn't it?”
“I guess so,” he shrugged, gulping along the way, and allowing his eyes to survey that flawless physique a few more times.
“And you know, Lance,” she continued. “You look kind of hot. You're sweating a bit, aren't you?”
“Oh, uh,” he looked from side to side, smiling nervously. “I guess a little, it's not too bad though!”
“Oh stop it, Lancey,” Margo giggled, moving toward the lad. “Why don't you take your shirt off? It will be a bit cooler.”
“I'm not sure about--”
